Maps are orders marching men to old places already seen Maps conjure memories of spoil, of plunder and innocence Maps are journeys to illusions no one has learned from Maps are critical revisits with visions, vistas and never before seen repeats … Uqalimakkanirit
I made a trip across the largest lake I’ve ever seen to where the long noses live. There on the hill Boulders sat in a Talking Circle. I walked around and gave tobacco. They squeezed their stone-ground hands… Uqalimakkanirit